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It is the deliberate
act of folding
oneself,
pressing the creases,
to fit into
the cracks of his heart.
It is the holy
act of praying
that if you stay long enough,
the flesh will hold you
together.
It is
hoping he will keep you,
and it is dangerous.
Darling, people are
not glue.
They will not fix
what is already broken.
